Black, white and shades of gray, Proudly, representing all. They’ve said she’s small, I say she’s tall. Sharing and caring, truly human that’s all! Moments of love, her belly’s a glow, A star is born, with sparkling eyes. A vessel of love, the core of life, Is she your wife? The whole of us, is all of her, fragile…
What Wind Shall I? Which way thus blow? The way I go. This way, or that? Swaying still. All that you will. This it may, or this it not? Any which way? A simple turn, A fluttering knot! A storm says she? Pounding winds. Sprinkling rain. How dear, does one knowyth the balance within? As eyes swirl, ending not. What…
I have been working on a number of new mixed media pieces that reflect light as part of the essence within them. I have used light as one of my themes over the years and it reoccurs and always seems to shine. Even when I"m not looking for it, there it is. I recently got on a roll and finished…
Inspiration is a funny thing! It is hard to keep, hard to establish and yet it surrounds us everywhere. The only thing I can say is to follow your heart and soul. Follow the things that you love! I have always been inspired by nature. I think it is the true element of our existence. I can look at a…
Dew that forms on the trees each morn, a circle has formed. A flowing branch, a woven tree; there sits the brightest of stars. A sparkle among the very best, remembers the moment, of your quest. Budding yet, to adorn; beyond the rest, ‘Tis the morn, you were born. by Rachel Bertoni